Crazy Story

 

I was Seventeen years old/ lived down the road, from the dope hole

Cops on patrol, and hustlers fighting for hoe stroll/

I played basketball, wasn't thinking bout dollars/

Then got tired of the money i was making as a scholar/

Then My homie had done hollered, from his chromed out Impala/

Said he had some deadly options, that can bring us some profit/

I sat down and got trained, as he explained the narcotics/

Started cooking crack the hardest, and sending hits out to targets/

I swear are clik was the smartest, we'll paint you like an artist/

Niggas was getting to lit, the trap, we know the police gonna hit/

So we decided to take our gang and split/

He was running seventh, i was under the exit/

On a highway to hell, defiantly living reckless/

Back then, i would anything for a gold necklace/

I was doing good, even saved and bought his old lexus/

Then the air started feeling strange/

I got that bad feeling, that shits gonna change/

When i switched lanes, the police switched lanes/

I'm bout to find out, life's just a big game/

 

Beat break//

 

I woke up in the chain gang/

Where they can make a saw, just out of the bedframe/

And if you show any fear, your gonna be dead mane/

Walking in a trance, like i got a lobotomized brain/

They wanna play checkers, but the stress makes it feel like chess/

I must confess, that i wanted to place a gun to my chest/

Got a lot of tattoos, the pain feels the best, when the steel peels my flesh/

Manifested thoughts upon my release

Never thought i would here that my dawg was deceased/

First day, i went to his resting place, and then i placed a wreath/

Now every week, that's my place of peace/

I got a plate of beef, to avenge what happened to me/

The same thing that happens to all my peeps/

Soldiers fall trying to compete and answer the, call of the streets/

And get hailed off under sheets/ i can never let myself be weak because/

Now I got all your kids, and I'm gonna always take them, all to the beach/